I know quite a few who could boldly hold this title. Let's start with the first and rather obvious, as this is a blog in his honor.
William Shakespeare, The Master of Words.
I have tried to pinpoint my favorite play. This has proven to be an impossible task. When I had listed, in my mind, eleven plays and fifteen sonnets I just simply concluded with him being the best. But, gun to the head, I think it would have to be Othello and Much Ado about Nothing. So, Shakespeare is the best, The Master.
Another thing, I am planning of taking a masters degree, which will make me The Master, hehe, of English. A Master, anyway!
A Master of an age not so long ago would be Tolkien.
He is, without a shadow of a doubt, The Master.
Peter Jackson is also The Master. He took on a book of great magnitude and turned it into the most beautiful films I have ever seen, and now he's doing it again. I hold my hopes high that he has some sort of intention on giving Silmarillion a go as well, though I know it is a task even he might not be up for...but Master none the less.
I also think J. K. Rowling is The Master.
She is an inspiration, and a living proof that following ones dreams are possible.
But in conclusion, I think I meant this Master with the title of this entry.
The Master, Doctor Who's nemesis.
Here in the shape of John Simm.
And here in the shape of Benedict Cumbarbatch. This is not a certainty yet, but if it is I feel anticipation down my spine... I think this one is one of my new favorites :-) Have a sweet Saturday!